A/N: A try at something different – short but (hopefully) meaningful.
Disclaimer: -insert sarcastic and/or witty comment about my lack of ownership-
A bringing to an end; a conclusion; a feeling of finality or resolution.
Had she felt that? All those years ago, back in a time of innocence, had that been the name of the feeling that night awakened?
No, Her mind whispers to her, it wasn't.
Then how about several years later, when they met again and she realized he was prepared to kill them? That feeling had been just as painful, but even more depressing.
Wrong, the voice snorts, try again.
When the years had yet again passed, and she had personally watched the deadly battle between brothers, where one died but neither won?
Closer, it says. Closer.
Then…What about that melancholy day, when the skies grew darker than ever before, the sky wept heavily without cessation, and the ground bled crimson as a mighty clan's last member died by the blood-stained hands of the very one whose heart he held, even then?
Yes, it sighs, and she smiles, bringing the glistening sword to her throat, standing at his grave.
Closure can only come with death.
A/N: -sniffle-…I made myself depressed with this one. Still, if it will satiate the hunger of my wonderful readers, I will post it.
Mikari, the authoress who is really nowhere near as sad as her stories